That's right, the unthinkable has
happened. I have aged! I deny it, I deny it! Yet I still find it to
be true. For some odd, odd reason, I'm 22 now. I think it's because
my birthday has past! What an extraordinary event! And to mark my
birthday I...went to work. Shoot, it's official, I'm growing up.
When did that happen? Geez Louis! Anyway, my birthday gift to
myself is coming, I promise. It's a little delayed, but I can't
wait!
So I haven't actually told you all
what's been going on since Amsterdam! An awful lot, to tell the
truth, though if I recall it all or not is debatable. The biggest
issue has been the lack of textbooks. ALL my textbooks were delayed
and came in late. Every. Single. One. I ordered them in December and
the last came in just yesterday, a good four weeks into the class.
Oh the make up work I will be doing today.
I'm not going to joke, it's going to be
pretty intense trying to catch up, but I'm so super awesome I can
handle this and more! I'm me, and I can handle anything I believe I
can, and I know I can handle this. You can blame my grandparents for
that mindset! I'm pretty certain Grandpa and Grandma think nothing
is impossible for our family. (I'm pretty certain they're right!)
Oh, by the way, it's snowed here twice!
Snow is somewhat evil, just so you know, and I spent the entire
first draw it snowed with a blanket over my head pretending I did not
see that white fluffy stuff falling down, and promising I would have
to shovel it come the next morning. I didn't end up having to
shovel, but I might be called up for it one day.
Okay, so one of my textbooks is about
the people in the air plane industry dealing with the grief on 9/11
and has diddly squat to do with the course. In other words, what the
dickens Embry Riddle! What. The. Dickens. I receive a list of links
for this online course every week. No textbook, nothing? That book
on dealing with grief is not an Aeronautical Science textbook. Bad
Ju Ju, little monkeys. Bad Ju ju. I could spin that into how
horrible the college system now is, and how clearly corrupt, but I'll
be polite. This week.
My step-grandmother has arrived for an
extended stay of indeterminate time. She shall be referred to as
Baba, not that I have any hope of ever spelling her actual name
remotely correctly. She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak
Bulgarian, but she can roughly get the point across, a little bit, if
we both speak slowly enough the other can catch a few words. Most, I
make the fourteen year old translate, if it's important.
Baba is a mischievous old woman, who
wandered the house her first day here and cause the fourteen year old
to absolutely panic. She's been viciously cleaning and reorganizing
everything without warning. My room is on her list one of these
days. So long as she doesn't move the gnomes, and I have prior
warning, I think I might manage it for a short bit. Maybe. Who am I
kidding, I'll probably have a very quiet panic attack over the fact
that she rearranged my stuff.
I have determined the reason I get
hiccups once a week: God likes my reaction, and desperate attempts
to end them all. That or I laugh a lot.
I was also given a handful of books
from my niece! These will go in the same box as the Christmas gifts,
once I find a box I trust to be shipped safely. Hm. Christmas may
come in June this year.
Oh yes! I also got stuck under my bed.
One fo my mancala marbles rolled under, and I had to shimmy under to
retrieve it. It appears my derriere does not shimmy under beds
correctly.
But the biggest and the best news is I
solve Lewis Carrol's riddle!
How is a raven like a writing desk?
SPOILER: They both have poetry written
on them!
Carrol came after Poe. It's a
reference! I feel brilliant. Then again, the answer can vary from
person to person too.
I watched the Super Bowl! Well, the
first half. It was very nice, but entirely too late here to watch it
all. This saddens me.
Anyway, that's all that I've been up
to! I know it was all kinds of disjointed, and for that I apologize,
but it's late here, and I have a lot of studying to do still. Maybe
I should start ordering my books two months in advance! This was
ridiculous!
One Final Byte: The dresser gnomes
stare at the armoire gnome.
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